Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.